Page 113 of The Time We Have Left: Remembering Us: Part II

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“Yay,” he whispered. “I’m sick of him anyway.”

I rumbled a chuckle and crawled over him. “Because all he can think about is getting fucked and sucking cock.”

I ended up half on top of him, and we met in a deep, tongue-teasing kiss.

He tried to use his toes to push down my underwear, but I laughed and batted away his hand.

“Consider that the last of my self-control.”

He snickered. “Okay, I’ll be good. I’ll be good to Daddy also. I need to make him forgive me.”

“Oh, he’ll forgive you in a heartbeat, little one. You just have to show him you’re serious.”

He nodded and brushed his fingers over my five-o’clock shadow. “I feel bad for testing him. I didn’t know I was doing it until I went too far.”

I hummed and kissed his nose. “How did you feel about the interrogation?”

He widened his eyes. “Daddy was so scary when he got growly. I would’ve confessed to anything!”

I grinned. “Now you know. He’ll shorten that leash very quickly.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna be careful.” He stretched out and peered down between us. “Can I put my hand down there, please?”

Fuck.

I pushed myself up on my elbow. “Sure.”

He licked his lips and scooted lower, just a few inches, so he could reach into my boxer briefs.

“You and Daddy are smoking hot. You know that?”

I combed my fingers through his hair and wondered where that Daddy was. He was taking forever.

“So are you and that husband of yours.”

I drew a breath as I felt his fingers ghost along my cock.

“May I kiss it also? Please?”

I felt my mouth twitch. Something told me he’d push for more until he got everything he wanted, and right in this moment, I didn’t want to deny myself. So I slipped off my underwear, returned to my position, pulled up one knee, and planted my foot on the mattress.

“Is that all you want?” I asked.

“Gosh. No.” He shook his head quickly. “I want it in my mouth, please.”

I gave myself a few unhurried strokes and cast a glance at his fuckable little bottom.

Hurry up, Daddy, or I’m starting without you.

“Give it a kiss first,” I murmured. “Maybe use your little tongue too.”

He scooted farther down and made sure I could see his face when he leaned in. I gripped my cock at the base, and he brushed a featherlight kiss to the head. Then he poked out the tip of his tongue and licked me.

I breathed deeply, getting more turned on, both by him and the rush of possessiveness. Ash and I were going to own this little boy. Which made me think of how we could find as muchtime as possible to see one another without it affecting our everyday lives.

Jordan and I had discussed it briefly at our lunch. We both had marriages that we wanted to put first. They traveled a lot. We had our children. But apparently Jordan and James were ready to turn a guest room into our filthy hideaway. Where we could meet up for “date nights” and the occasional “Oh, we’re just gonna go play badminton for an hour or so.”

As I watched Jordan flick his tongue against the head of my cock over and over, eventually slowing down to linger longer, I threaded my fingers into his hair and gave him a wordless command. With the slightest push, he took the hint and sucked me into his mouth.